It's been a few weeks since I moved to Monaco, and they have been rough. I had been sick the past few days and couldn't leave the house. I had been throwing up and feeling like shit, so I couldn't pull myself together to go to work, so I was working from home. Since the race weekend was in a few days, I decided to go to the doctor to get myself checked out. I quickly showered, did my hair and some light makeup, dressed, walked downstairs, and entered my car.
I arrived at the doctor's, checked in, and sat in the waiting room while waiting for them to call my name. They called my name, and I entered the consultation room, where the doctor checked me out. He decided to take some blood tests to ensure that everything was okay, and while the results were coming out, he let me go home, so I did so and just waited for the call.
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